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Would you think I was crazy
If I stripped on down to my skin or
Would you think I was free as a bee
C'mon tell me, tell me,
Tell the truth now
Would you think you could meditate
In the middle of the eye of a hurricane
Would you now but somehow
If we were tethered here together
We could weather out the weather here

Oh yeah I might be crazy,
But that's not the same as insane
And I'm scared,
But that's not the same as being afraid